Greetings from a Sunday Morning

Greetings and salutations from a lazy Sunday morning. I’m playing hooky from church this morning but, don’t worry, I talked to God about that earlier. I asked if it was okay for me to sit and listen to the rain instead and He said He was fine with that as long as I did something to update the blog. So here I am, sipping my cinnamon hazelnut blend and tapping away at the keyboard.

So far, all I’ve been able to do is change the look of the site. What do you think? Whaddya’ think? I think it’s hideous, personally. I am so dissatisfied with many of the free themes available out there. They all seem to meet maybe one criteria you have for them but fail utterly as far as the rest is concerned.

This “theme” for example, meets the criteria for easily allowing people to follow this blog via Twitter, Facebook, Google, etc. But it does not do anything for the aesthetics of the blog. I probably could hack the template given a little motivation and a lot of time but…I’m no designer either. In fact, I am the opposite of a designer. I know what I like but I have no ability to bring the picture in my head to life.

I’m convinced that is why God made woman. Adam was in the garden and he was making a real mess of the place. It was comfortable but messy. God took pity on Adam and created Eve to tell him where to put the furniture.

Anyway, I have some topics in mind for future blog posts if I can ever work up the energy. I wanted to write a little more about my trip to Seattle and I’ve been meditating on the topics of pride and gratitude. I’d like to share my thoughts if I can get them out on the page.

Until then, I think I’ll go back to shopping or page layouts. I am not digging this one. Stay tuned and thanks for stopping by.

Oh…and, God, I realize this post is probably insufficient as far as the church-skipping agreement we had earlier. I’ll, uh, just keep working on a more substantial post, shall I? Thanks!

Update: Okay, I’ve settled on a more appropriate looking theme, though one that is slightly less functional. I’ll have to work on that. Plus! It has rotating featured posts. Nifty.

Greetings from the Great Northwest

Greetings, all, from the great and friendly Pacific Northwest! I’m currently propping up a counter at the Top Pot Doughnuts on the corner of Galer and 4th atop Queen Anne Hill in the great city of Seattle and thought that, since I don’t have a camera with me, I’d paint you all a picture of my experiences in Seattle thus far.

Why am I in Seattle, you ask? Good question and there’s a good but convoluted answer.

I’m here in Seattle at the invitation of my brother, Bigwig. He’s out here for some kind of training class and he had a weekend to kill. He’s a huge fan of beer, especially if it’s beer he’s never had before. In theory, Seattle offers a whole new world of beers and bars and breweries for him to experience and explore. But there’s one problem. My brother hates to drink alone.

It’s more than that, though. I actually believe him to be incapable of drinking alone. It’s like a physical law of some kind. When forced into an environment in which he is to be drinking alone, my brother can, will and must do everything in his power to befriend those around him, just so he won’t have to drink alone. More often than not, the environment is a bar and, more often than not, the people around him are inveterate drunks. This can lead to interesting and entertaining encounters but, more often than not, it leads to conflict. More on this in a minute.

In this particular instance, my brother decided that the best way to keep from drinking alone was to invite all his buddies to join him in Seattle for the weekend he had free. Together, we’d all explore Seattle and try lots of new beers and have a grand old time. As luck would have it, I was the only one who could make it. Everyone else begged off due to the expense or the time or whatever.

So that’s why I’m in Seattle. I am designated drinking buddy.

If you’ve been following the logic thus far, you’d likely conclude that this would prevent my brother from having to make friends with those around him in the bar. You would, however, have come to that conclusion erroneously. Tragically, I just got in last night and he’s been here by himself for two days. He’s explored every establishment within a two-mile radius around the hotel. And he’s already made friends in at least one location, the one location we hit upon my arrival last evening.

I don’t recall the name of the place but it’s maybe half-a-mile from our hotel. Apparently my brother visited this same location the night prior to my arrival and made friends with the bartender. The bartender gave him complimentary Japanese Whiskey and a permanent bond was established.

My brother also apparently befriended some guy named Tom who spends 318 days of the year on a fishing boat somewhere in the Pacific. Tom, apparently, on the days he isn’t out fishing, spends his time in this particular bar pickling himself with Bud Light. Well, it just so happens that Tom wasn’t fishing last night and my brother, being the social critter that he is, invited Tom to join us whilst we sampled beers and sang a little karaoke.

My first impression of Tom was that he was awfully quiet and possibly shy. My second impression of Tom was that Tom couldn’t speak because he was stone drunk. Guess which impression was the more accurate?

Tom did eventually speak to me. After three or four minutes of sitting with us at table, Tom looked at me and said “Do you arm-wrestle?”

Now, I don’t know about you but, in my experience, people don’t generally open polite conversation with that question. I don’t think anyone has ever posed that question to me, certainly not since I left high school. Maybe this is what they do on fishing boats. I assume when you’re out on a boat for weeks at a time, you get a little bored and do silly man things. Like get monstrously drunk and arm-wrestle one another.

Regaining my composure, I replied that I did not, in fact, arm-wrestle on any kind of regular basis.

“I could beat anybody in here at arm-wrestling. Do you thumb-wrestle?”

WTF? Seriously?

“Um, not professionally, no.”

“I could beat you at thumb-wrestling.”

This is when I let myself get sucked in by the whole affair. He began both to try upon my patience and practice upon my competitive nature. I decided that, not only was this guy a drunk but he was also a jack-ass. So I decide that, fine, I’ll arm-wrestle. And thumb-wrestle too.

So we throw elbows on the table and some thoughtful, experienced soul wanders over and removes our beers from the table top. I’m thinking to myself, “This happens here often. I’m going to lose.”

Sure enough, I did. We start to throw down and he does something with his wrist, twisting it inward somewhat. This totally destroys my leverage and the match is done before it’s begun. Fine. Whatever. I do my best to earn my revenge in thumb-wrestling but to no avail. I have always sucked at thumb-wrestling. I don’t have the thumb length for it or something. I dunno. It’s not important.

Tom goes on to arm-wrestle my brother, carrying the match even faster. Salving some of the Stafford pride, Brother actually wins the thumb-wrestling follow up and the two retire to the out-of-doors to share a victory cigarette.

Eventually, the two come back and things have obviously turned sour. Brother, in addition to finding it impossible to drink alone, also has a difficult time shutting up about things about which he does not know. After some while, this almost always leads to his new-found friend threatening him with some kind of beating.

In this case, he has taken what little knowledge he has about commercial fishing in the Pacific Northwest and expounded upon it at great length, extolling the virtues of the crab-fishers on “The Deadliest Catch”. You’d think that would be safe enough ground but, no. Apparently drunk fishermen who spend 318 days of every year in a cramped boat greatly resent the crab-fishermen of “Deadliest Catch” as self-serving glory hounds that hog all the media attention.

Oh, and Brother also suggested that some of the fishing activities in which Tom and his mates engaged were probably illegal.

I start rolling up my sleeves, convinced I’m going to have to save my brother from having his teeth fed to him. He’s no fighter, that’s for sure. I was the one that grew up doing all the fighting. It’s what happens when you have two older brothers.

I should know better. It never ends in fisticuffs. It always ends peacefully. He always manages to talk himself out of every richly deserved ass-kicking. I don’t know how he does it but he does. He talks himself into being friends with even the most lost souls at the bar. He talks himself into their good and then their bad graces. And then he talks himself through it and back into at least some kind of peaceful resolution, swallowing every shred of pride he might have had in the process.

How does he do it? I’m sure I don’t know. My own nature is such that I would never engage the damn drunk in the first place. And I would never go out of my way to earn their good will. And I would certainly never swallow my pride just to keep the peace. I’m sure it’s a great failing of mine. God has been talking to me about my pride lately. I’m doing my best to listen and learn but…well, I’m not there yet. I guess I’ll just keep trying to see everyone through His eyes rather than my own.

Anyway, I’m shutting down and moving on. There’s a coffee shop across the street that was particularly recommended to me, Cafe Fiore. I need a refill on my latte and it sounds like the place for me. There’s also Umi Sushi to hit up for lunch. I can’t wait to try it out.

Unlike my brother, I’m perfectly capable of doing these things alone. Maybe when I learn to conquer my own pride, I won’t have to any more. Certainly wishing some of you were here to share the trip.

“Walter Reed”

Back again. I promise I’ll start writing again soon. In the meantime, I thought I’d update the song in my head. I think some of my Facebook friend’s are getting rather annoyed with me posting my head songs every day. Well, one person complained when I kept posting a lot of country songs. It led me to think that not everyone shares my musical tastes and may not want to see my songs every day. Since I am covetous of each of my Facebook friend’s, I thought I’d shift back to the blog. People who want to come listen here can do so.

This morning’s song is “Walter Reed”, by Michael Penn. I think he is the same guy who did “Romeo in Black Jeans” way back when. I also think he may be related to Sean Penn but that could be entirely false. Go look it up if you’re curious. Meanwhile, enjoy the music in my head.

The Song in My Head: “Make It Alright”

Hello. Did you miss me? Yes, I’ve been away for a while. I kinda’ got burned out on feeding the blog at the end of the Tour de France. Sorry about that. I guess I was just so distraught at Lance placing third that I just didn’t have the heart to write any more.

Okay, just kidding. Some of you – two to be exact – have requested I update the blog so here I am. I am not going to write anything too detailed tonight. All you get is the latest Song in My Head. I woke up with Jay Farrar’s “Make It Alright” on my brain and wanted to share it with you all. I had a heck of a time finding audio and no luck at all finding video. I hope you enjoy it!

2009 Tour de France: More Thoughts on Le Tour

I had this weird dream last night. I dreamed that my cousin, my brothers and some of my Fishing, Drinking and Stinking buddies were Astana cyclists. We were out carousing and got news of the team’s new sponsor for the next year. It was some sun glass manufacturer whose name began with a “Y”. We were then handed a crumpled piece of paper telling us what races we were scheduled to ride in the upcoming season. We were all excited about our new sponsor and I was particular pleased because I was scheduled to ride in the 2010 Vuelta Espana. Let me tell you, I felt truly honored.

And then I woke up. I think I possibly might be a little to into the Tour this year. I’m not saying that I am but I have a tiny, nagging suspicion. The good news is that there are only four more stages left.

Well, that’s good news if you’re a slightly obsessive fan. It’s bad news if you’re a Tour rider and you want to catch Alberto Contador. Because that is not happening. The 2009 Tour de France belongs to Contador and the only question that remains is who might join him on the podium.

Right now the two Schleck brothers, Andy and Frank, are the best placed riders and I think it likely that at least one of them will be on the podium. I do not think it likely that both of them will. Andy probably makes it but Frank, winner of today’s stage, probably misses.

Here’s the setup. After today’s ride, Contador sits in first, two minutes and change ahead of Andy Schleck. Brother Frank sits back in third, another minute or so behind. (If you want actual time gaps, visit http://www.letour.fr.) Armstrong is in fourth, another 30 seconds adrift, followed by Andreas Kloden and Bradley Wiggins in fifth and sixth. As far as overall standings, that is as far back as you need to go to get an idea of who might end up on the podium on Saturday. There would have to be a spectacular crash among the leaders of the race to get someone further down the list into the top three come that time.

Tomorrow’s stage, stage 18, is an individual time-trial about 40 kilometers in length. Contador, Armstrong, Kloden and Wiggins are all better time-trialists than the Schlecks and will likely put time into those boys tomorrow. Whether it will be enough to bring them back into contention for the podium is up the air but at least some time will be pulled back in all likelihood. The first four all finished in the top 10 in the opening 15.5 kilometer time-trial while the best of the two Schlecks, Andy, finished a respectable 18th, 20 seconds behind Armstrong.

Extrapolating that 20-seconds-lost-over-15-kilometers to 40 kilometers, Lance puts about 53 seconds back into Andy tomorrow. That’s not enough to overtake Andy but a similar extrapolation between Lance and Frank puts Lance solidly into third. This, of course, discounts Kloden and Wiggins, both of whom did better than Lance and, theoretically, could claw back even more time using the extrapolation method. Given the right set of circumstances, both riders could vault ahead of Armstrong and take third and fourth.

I don’t think that will happen, however. I think Lance will be more prepared for this time trial for various reasons. For one, the opening trial in Monaco was over a course for which it was difficult to prepare. Traffic alone probably made it impossible to prepare the course in a truly technical fashion. This course is probably more amenable to preparation. Lance has always been methodical in preparing for courses that he expects to make a difference in the GC.

He also, by his own admission, suffered from opening jitters on the first course and may have made some technical mistakes that a more relaxed, comfortable Lance wouldn’t make. Because of these factors, I expect Lance to ride a better time trial tomorrow than he did in Monaco.

I also wonder how much energy the Schleck brothers will have after spending the better part of two days attacking in the mountains. They put on a pretty good show in stage 17, leaving everyone but Contador on the slopes of the last climb. This may mean a slightly worse ride for both of them in stage 18.

Even considering all those factors, I still think Lance falls short of catching Andy tomorrow. At the end of the day, I predict the standings will be Contador, Andy Schleck, Armstrong, Wiggins, Kloden and Frank Schleck. Kloden and Wiggins are pretty evenly matched but I think Wiggins pulls ahead in the time trial. It’s not inconceivable that Schleck falls one more spot to seventh place but I think he’d have to put in a disastrous ride to fall further.

Normally, a time trial this late in the Tour would probably more or less settle the podium pecking order but this year is different. There are still two tough mountain stages to ride before Saturday’s ride into Paris. I don’t know what the 19th stage will bring but I can almost guarantee the podium contenders will go at it tooth and nail on the slopes of Mount Ventoux on Friday.

The Schlecks will either want to defend their positions or, if lost in the time trial, want to regain them. Any rider who gains the podium in the time trial will want to defend his spot to the uttermost of his ability. This probably means a make-or-break ride for Armstrong. Not only will he be fending off the Schleck brothers but I’m sure Bradley Wiggins will want to take a shot.

Hopefully Armstrong will have enough left in the tank to rise to the occasion. He did put a hell of a move on Bradley Wiggins with one kilometer left in the final climb today. His acceleration looked a lot like one he would have made as a younger man and Wiggins could only watch him ride away. It was the highlight of my day.

I’m sure third is not going to be entirely satisfactory for Lance this year and I’m sure he will use it as motivation as he trains for 2010. He’ll have his own team by then and won’t have to worry about splitting leadership duties with Contador, if news reports are to be believed.

So, on to the minutia:

  • Johan Bruyneel says that he is done with Astana after this year. Apparently the Kazakhs want Alexander Vinokourov back as their leader next year, even after his suspension for doping and Contador’s all-but-in-the-bag Tour win. Bruyneel apparently has problems with this and is using it as his excuse to bolt. That confirms my suspicion that he’ll be paired up with Armstrong on a new team next year.
  • Bruyneel also denied that Nike was going to be the American sponsor of the new team. This makes me happy because my conjecture of yesterday was truly nothing more than that and now I’m convinced I was right. Why deny it unless it’s true? Odd logic, I know, but still.
  • Bruyneel also blasted Contador for dropping Kloden with an attack today. Levi Leipheimer and Lance both had things to say about the attack on Twitter today. Following them both via Twitter has been wonderfully educational, btw. Levi gave Contador the benefit of the doubt and blamed any miscommunication on the language barrier. Lance…not so much.
  • For my money, I’m all for Contador’s attack. I was reminded of former Tour champions Eddie Merckx and Bernard Hinault. Eddie Merckx, probably the most overpowering cyclist to ever sit a bike, used to ride away from everyone on every stage of every race, just because he could.

    There were no team considerations. The strongest man went out and raced and, if you couldn’t keep up, (and you couldn’t), then tough luck. Contador’s attacks have reminded me an awful lot of Merckx, especially given that he, like Merckx, has won all three of the Grand Tours. Lance, for all his Tour wins, relied heavily on having the best team and on preparing only for the Tour de France.

    I’m reminded of Hinault because of his “no gifts” quip to Lance a few years back. Lance was going to win the Tour but that didn’t stop him from going for his third stage win in a row. Contador is going to win this tour but that hasn’t stopped him from showing everyone just how strong he can be. If his own teammates cannot keep up…so be it. I for one applaud him and I hope he keeps it up. Let the strongest riders win.

    That’s all for the night. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow might bring. Coverage begins at 8:30 EST on Versus.com. Check it out!

  • 2009 Tour de France: Astana’s New Sponsor

    Sorry, all, for not posting more regularly. Time has been short lately and I haven’t had the time to post my thoughts on anything. I would love to cover stage 15 and its fireworks. Lance looked baked. Glad to see him bounce back a little today.

    Lance mentioned today that the team would have a new American sponsor in 2010. I don’t have any basis for this conjecture but I think it might be Nike. I know one of the Nike execs was around Lance early in the race, according to his Twitter feed and it just seems like the kind of thing Nike should be doing, especially in conjunction with LiveStrong.

    I guess we’ll find out tomorrow but I wanted to put it out there.

    I’m off to bed. Maybe I’ll find time to write more tomorrow.

    2009 Tour de France: What’s Lance After?

    Well, that answers that question. Lance can climb with the leaders of the Tour. He proved that on the slopes of Andorre Arcalis today. But, after watching Alberto Contador pull away from him and the rest of the Tour’s podium hopefuls, a bigger question remains. What exactly is Lance after in the Tour? Is he riding to win? Or is he actually doing what a good team lieutenant would do and riding to ensure victory by Astana leader Contador?

    After watching today’s stage in the Tour de France, I am tempted to believe that Armstrong, for all the talk, conjecture and hype, is not out to win the Tour at all. I believe he may actually be riding in support of Alberto Contador.

    There are a few things I saw today that lead me to believe this might be the case and I also have some conjecture about why. First off, Astana did a lot of pacing at the front of the peloton today. At any one time, there were six or seven of the Astana guys powering away, stretched in a line.

    It’s something U.S. Postal and Discovery did for Lance every year and, in the mountain stages, this kind of pace setting serves to protect the team leader from attack as much as it does to manage the time gap to any escape. If you’re keeping the pace up, it’s hard for a rival to accelerate and attack.

    Considering all this, Astana was definitely riding for Contador today. He was tucked away at the end of the line, out of the wind and out of trouble, conserving his energy. It’s not that I expected to see Lance back in that spot but he was frequently third or fourth from the front, doing pacing duty just like any other Astana team member. I found it a little odd and began to wonder just what Armstrong was doing there. If he were unofficial co-leader of Astana, I would’ve expected him to split time with Contador. From what I could see, he did not.

    The main thing that makes me suspect Armstrong may not be out to win the tour is how he reacted when Contador attacked the peloton with about two kilometers left in the stage. That is to say, he didn’t react at all. He did exactly what a good team lieutenant would do. He watched his team leader accelerate while staying behind to cover possible rivals.

    Of course, there’s always the possibility that Lance simply couldn’t respond. I’ll be the first to admit that Contador’s acceleration was impressive and opened a significant gap between him and the other leaders pretty quickly. But Lance didn’t have to catch him. All Lance had to do, if he was riding for the win, is limit the damage to 19 seconds or less. Lance didn’t even try to do that. He did, however, answer the attacks of Cadel Evans and Andy Schleck half a click prior to that. I’m led to believe not that he couldn’t respond but that he just didn’t.

    So, with the yellow jersey within reach, why would Armstrong sit up and watch Contador ride away on the first important mountain stage of the tour? It could be that Armstrong is biding his time, waiting to see what happens in the stage 18 time trial or even on the slopes of Mount Ventoux. That seems to be a big gamble to me, seeing as how Contador bested him by twenty-two seconds in the opening-stage time trial and seeing as how Mount Ventoux has never been kind to Lance. There’s precious little guarantee that Lance could regain any of the time he lost today on those stages.

    Or it could be that he really is riding for Contador to win. But why? It could be that Lance genuinely doesn’t believe he can beat Contador. Maybe that’s true. Contador is in fine form and he’s a hell of a rider. Or it could be that Lance Armstrong, as advertised, is starting his own cycling team next year and he needs a strong, proven leader to build it around.

    When the Livestrong team begins racing next year, I don’t think Armstrong will be content to do what newer teams like Columbia-HTC and Garmin-Slipstream have done. They both grabbed young riders and slowly built competitive teams. All Lance Armstrong has known for 10 years is winning the Tour. I don’t believe he’ll settle for less.

    That’s why I think, when Astana implodes from lack of financing at the end of this year, Armstrong will grab the best team manager in the business in Johan Bruyneel and the best rider in the field in Alberto Contador and have a team that is automatically in contention at Le Tour.

    Bruyneel is a lock as manager because of his long and close relationship with Lance. But Contador is only a possibility if Lance doesn’t ruin his chances at winning this year’s Tour. If Lance can ride Contador to the win, imparting the wisdom and knowledge of a 7 time winner of the Tour in the process, he’ll likely end up with the competitor he needs to build a winning team right out of the gate. No other rider in the field today comes with that guarantee.

    What do you think? Is Lance riding for the win or is he riding for the future? It looked to me today an awful lot like he’s riding for the future. But I find it hard to believe he’s content to finish second if he thought he could finish first. He’s too much of a competitor. Could his ambition for the future be even stronger than his competitive drive? Could he give up short-term gain for greater success in the long term? I guess we’ll see.

    I for one was a little let down after today’s stage. I expected Armstrong to at least rise to any challenge. There’s always hope that he’s just conserving his energy and biding his time but I think we got a vision of what’s to come today. I hope that, no matter what, the excitement of the current tour continues. And, as always, go Lance!

    Why Southerners Are Fat

    Why are Southerners so fat?

    I came across this article on Time.com today and thought I would share with all of you. The article covers a topic I’ve pondered once or twice, typically coincident with the Stafford family reunions in Mississippi. If you came to the Stafford family reunion, you might understand why the topic crossed my mind.

    The Stafford family, while not uniformly obese, has quite a few specimens that tip the scale somewhere between 250 and 350 pounds. I have aunts and uncles that come in all shapes and sizes, as long as those shapes and sizes include squat and round. I have one cousin that had a heart attack and bypass surgery at 35 and one cousin that I thought was a garden shed when we were first introduced.

    The other thing you notice when you’re in Mississippi for the family reunion is the fact that people in the deepest parts of the South will literally flour and fry anything. Fish, chicken, shrimp, tomatoes, okra, pickles…you name it. If you can eat it, chances are someone in Mississippi has tried it fried. I’m convinced people down there would fry the sweet tea if they could only figure out how. The state is awash in grease.

    And there’s only one serving size for all that fried food. It’s called “all-you-can-eat”. I am not exaggerating when I say that every single restaurant I entered in Mississippi was a buffet. I cannot think of a single restaurant we patronized that was not a buffet. Not one. I once tried to count the number of buffet restaurants that we passed as we drove. You may as well try to count the grains of sand on a beach. It cannot be done.

    But the reason I think Southerners are fat goes beyond both of those items. The reason I think Southerners are fat is the same reason I think my father is fat. It’s not that he’s lazy and doesn’t exercise. The man ran 1000 miles in his 40th year. He’s walked many times that distance since, much of it with bad hips and knees. At 75, he still tries to exercise with barbells.

    The reason I think my father is fat, (or was for most of his life) is because he has a love affair with the food experience. For him, the food experience goes beyond just food. It is an infinitely social thing, a finding of joy in the breaking of bread with his family and friends.

    The food experience for him is finding joy in an abundance that he did not know as a poor kid growing up in the poor South. It is a recreation of Granny Holloway’s Sunday dinner, the maybe once-a-week meal in which he found plenty as a child, the one meal a week from which he did not walk away wanting more. It is a purely emotional response to food, a happiness found in satiety.

    The food experience is something Dad always wanted to share, too. As a friend of mine growing up, you could not come to my house without being offered a meal of some sort. “You boys want sammich?” still rings in my mind as the question most often asked of me and my buddies. My father has Parkinson’s and cannot drive but will still, to this day, ask us if we want him to get us a chicken biscuit from Sunrise Biscuit Kitchen. In his retirement, his favorite way to pass the time is to enjoy a meal with one of his good buddies. The food experience is in his bones.

    Couple that with the larger sense of Southern hospitality, a tradition that almost always involves sharing food with family, friends and neighbors, and I think you go a long way towards explaining the prevalence of obesity in the South. Southerners love food and they love the food experience. They love socializing over a meal and love the feeling of plenty when times are often lean. This keeps them coming back to the trough again and again and again, whatever the consequences to their appearance and their health.

    2009 Tour de France: Thoughts on Le Tour

    Since today was relatively quiet for the general classification contenders at the Tour de France, I thought I’d take the opportunity to post some thoughts on the Tour. I’ve been thinking about what’s happened at the Tour so far and trying to divine what might happen in the coming days, especially as far as it concerns Lance Armstrong and his Astana teammates.

    First off, let’s take a look at the people who are riding the Tour intending to contend for the final yellow jersey. Of course, there’s Lance, winner of seven previous tours (1999-2005). He’s currently in second place overall, the thinnest of margins separating him from first.

    He opened this year’s tour with a pedestrian (for him) time trial, losing seconds on technical mistakes as much as on older legs. His vast experience took him to third place and the brutal strength of the Astana team came within a whisker of putting him in first. The question remaining for Lance and his legion of fans is one that will likely be answered on Friday as the Tour enters the Pyrenees: can Lance still climb a mountain with the best cyclists in the world?

    If the answer is yes, Lance will likely win his 8th Tour de France this year. He doesn’t have to attack in the mountains. All he has to do is survive. If he can survive the inevitable attacks from the younger climbers, he is one 40 kilometer time trial from victory. Given that he finished 22 seconds behind Contador in the opening time trial, and given that he is no 19 seconds ahead of Contador, he has no margin of error, assuming he makes it through the mountains in yellow.

    That’s assuming Alberto Contador is Lance’s main rival. Contador, winner of the the last three grand tours in which he has participated and any number of other races, is largely considered the best stage rider in the world today. He won the 2007 Tour de France and the 2008 Giro d’Italia and the 2008 Vuelte Espana and probably would be trying for his third Tour de France win if the Astana team, under previous management, hadn’t been disqualified for doping. He is young, fit and motivated.

    Before Lance came out of retirement, Contador was the unquestioned leader of the Astana team. He has to be chafing at the idea of being relegated to second place status on what was his team. I have real questions about whether Lance is fit enough to hang with him if he were to attack. Even Lance, as strong-willed as he is, can be cracked under pressure and he doesn’t have the same burst of speed to the finish that he used to have. I don’t think Contador needs to attack just yet. His better strategy is to strengthen the position of the Astana team and wait for the stage 18 time trial and the Alps.

    That brings me to the other Astana contenders, Andreas Kloden and Levi Leipheimer. Kloden and Leipheimer always seem to be near the top of the field in the Tour but have never met with Tour glory. Leipheimer had a good ride in this year’s Giro and it would be wrong to count either of them utterly out of the race, especially given their solid performances in the individual time trial.

    I don’t think it likely that either one of them will win the Tour but, if there are four Astana riders atop the tour standings coming into the Alps, it will be difficult for either of them to be content missing the podium. That could provide some great fireworks in the later stages of the race. We could witness Contador attacking Lance, Lance attacking Contador, Leipheimer attacking Kloden and Kloden attacking all three! Utter chaos! One can only hope.

    I don’t think you’ll see Astana riders attacking one another until that scenario comes to pass, however. Their best strategy by far at this point is to keep together through the Pyrenees and defend against all the others that will be looking to make their move. Carlos Sastre, last year’s Tour winner, will be looking to make up lost ground and he tends to be aggressive in the mountains. Ditto for Denis Menchov.

    I don’t remember Cadel Evans being that aggressive in the mountains but he’s pulled a Jan Ullrich the last two years, finishing second both times. He has to be capable of something. Another wild card is the 2006 Tour de France winner, Oscar Pereiro. He won “Most Aggressive Rider” back in 2005 and has some time to pull back if he hopes to contend.

    Lastly, there’s American Christian Vande Velde and Saxobank leader Andy Schleck. Vande Velde has a strong Garmin-Slipstream team riding for him so he might make some noise. Saxobank is pretty strong this year and there has been some talk about Andy Schleck but I have to say I’m not familiar with him as a rider. Both Vande Velde and Schleck are comparatively well positioned compared to Evans, Sastre and Menchov. I don’t know if that will make them more aggressive or less. My gut says, if you’re Astana, worry about Schleck.

    Anyway, I do expect Astana to take on all comers and come through the Pyrenees with at least two riders contending for the general classification. Schleck or Vande Velde may catch one or two but probably not all four Astana riders. If the two Astana riders left standing are Armstrong and Contador, expect a wild stage 18 time trial, especially if the current 19 second gap holds up. Both Contador and Armstrong will be riding for all they are worth at that point.

    But all of this hinges on answering the question. Can Armstrong climb? He attacked in the mountains of the Giro but didn’t have the legs to make it stick. From I read, he’s in better shape now than he was then and he has historically gotten better as the Tour progressed. If he can hang tight through Friday’s climb up Andorre Arcalis and if Astana can defend against long-shot breakaways on Saturday and Sunday, he’ll be there at the end. If he cracks under the barrage of assaults that are sure to come…well, at least he can do his best to get Contador home in yellow.

    I, for one, can’t wait to see what happens. This is definitely the best Tour in years. Say what you want about Lance but Le Tour has not be Le Tour without him. His presence brings a certain level of drama and excitement that has been missing for the past three years.

    More thoughts:

  • The Tour de France riders are being tested for performance-enhancing drugs like no other athletes in history and Lance is more tested than any athlete ever. There’s almost zero chance he’s taking performance enhancing drugs in this tour, regardless of what he may or may not have done in the past. And he’s still atop the standings. What does this say about his past? It says to me that, you know what, maybe he really is just a different class of rider. He’s 37, clean-as-a-whistle and competing favorably with men 10 and 11 years his junior. He’s a physiological freak of nature.
  • Armstrong apologized but he was right. Last year’s tour was not up to par. Seeing last year’s Tour contenders far down the food chain this year is evidence enough of that.
  • Johan Bruyneel is the Phil Ford of cycling. He built powerhouse U.S. Postal and Discovery teams around Armstrong in the past and he’s built a powerhouse Astana team around Contador. Will he help Armstrong build his LiveStrong team next year, given Astana’s cloudy future? I bet he does.
  • If Armstrong builds his own team next year, will he ride again? I think it depends on how he does this year. A win this year and maybe it’s back into retirement. A loss this year and might come back to help the LiveStrong team leader win next year. Just a thought.
  • Who would ride for LiveStrong? Leipheimer? Popovych? Hincapie? I wouldn’t be surprised to see an offer made to Contador, even. I think Contador would do it if it were guaranteed that he didn’t have to ride against Armstrong. It’ll be a strong team right off the bat but I’m interested to see if the U.S. can support a third team besides Garmin-Slipstream and Columbia-HTC.

    That’s all for now. More to come as the Tour develops! Go Lance!

  • 2009 Tour de France: Mind the Gap

    It was another big day at the Tour de France. Lance didn’t come up with the yellow jersey but it wasn’t for lack of trying and it wasn’t for lack of support from the Astana team. They put in a hell of a ride, coming within .133 seconds of putting Lance in yellow. For those of you paying attention, that is the smallest time gap separating the first and second place riders in the one-hundred plus history of the tour.

    Astana had a great ride today and won the stage. They did everything humanly possible to erase Fabian Cancellara’s 40 second lead over Armstrong. In the end, they did exactly what was necessary, finishing 40 seconds ahead of Cancellara’s Saxobank team. Cancellara’s performance in the opening-day time trial left him the razor thin margin he needed to keep wearing the yellow jersey for another day. He’ll likely keep wearing it until Friday’s trip into the Pyrenees.

    When that happens, it’s anyone’s guess who’ll be the new leader of the tour. It could be Lance, it could be Contador. Heck, it could be Kloden or Leipheimer, for that matter. They sit second through fifth in that order, separated by 31 seconds. I would love to see the top four Astana riders attacking one another all through the Pyrenees! Someone’s going to have to attack, it seems. After today, several of the riders considered to be locks for the podium were left with a lot of time to make up. Carlos Sastre, Cadel Evans and Denis Menchov all lost serious time over a very difficult course today.

    I was amazed at how the course shredded the teams. It seems like very few finished with more than the five riders necessary to stop the clock. Garmin-Slipstream shed four off the back early in their run and I thought they’d lose a lot of time. They hammered out a pretty good pace though and had a great run. It’s great to see the American teams do so well and one could wish that Lance or Levi was riding for either Columbia or Garmin. Maybe Christian Vande Velde can make some noise in the mountains for Garmin.

    The one good thing coming out of Lance’s near miss today is that Astana won’t have the pressure of defending the yellow jersey on their shoulders. They can continue to ride a low-stress ride for a few more days. Maybe we’ll be able to see some fireworks in the Pyrenees. Hope so!

    So far, this has been an awesome tour. If you aren’t watching it, you should! You may not understand the excitement right off the bat but, once you understand the strategies involved, nothing beats the drama.